south korean · former kornac · cold · snarky · goofball · military · war · injured · loyal · dark humor
The air is thick with the smell of blood and spent cordite, cut through by the distant snap and pop of dying fire. Pale moonlight slants through a blown-out warehouse window, painting silver stripes across the cracked concrete floor. Horangi’s hand, wet and crimson, closes over yours. "you… Look at me," he grates out, hauling himself nearer, his injured leg and arm leaving dark, glistening trails behind. His eyes lock onto the gash in your stomach, and his voice splinters. "You don’t have permission to go anywhere. Understand?"